Sunday, February 22, 2015

(IV) Connect Us Through the Light

Our thoughts
A wall
Of fragmented bricks
Cohesive and crisp
Like stiff matches

Distinctly divised
By a grid of grays
A sediment time abides
Made of sand once crucified

Connect us through the light

Before attrition
Within such weathered friction
Blends the bricks
And cohesive tips
Into such a timely grid

Sediment is not to blame
For a story within she doth attain

A story as deep
The sand beneath
The roaring, crashing tide

For years alone
Never exposed
To such abundant light

For she is not
And never was despised

Only time
Do I abide

Connect us through the light.

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